When the sun sets and the day turns cold,
People rest in dreams they’re told.
In Mythoria, a tale of old,
A fight arose, untold and bold.
The kingdom, unaware, was under attack,
Unprepared, they could not fight back.
They fought the enemy until they died,
While the kingdom fell, side by side.
The Princess ran to a secret hold,
With her trusted knight, brave and bold.
Unknown to them, a blast occurred,
Thrown to the forest, their fate deterred.
The Princess, weak, tried to regain her might,
Gazed at the moon, so beautiful and bright.
“The moon, huh… It’s beautiful and strange.”
The knight held her close, their world rearranged.
They fled to a neighboring land,
Hiding till safety was at hand.
To fight the invaders seemed a dream,
They chose a peasant’s life, downstream.
Sad for her kingdom lost in the fight,
She cried in the arms of her loyal knight.
Living as unknowns, they began anew,
Starting from zero, with a view.
In Celestia’s fields, they worked the land,
The Princess and her knight, hand in hand.
She struggled with labor, once unknown,
Her hands now rough, her spirit grown.
The knight, vigilant, guided her way,
Their bond grew stronger every day.
The people of Celestia, unaware,
Welcomed them with kindness and care.
Their past, a silent, haunting ghost,
But in their new life, they found a host.
They rarely spoke of days gone by,
Focused on the now, not the why.
Years passed, they found new roles,
Adventurers now, with brave souls.
They traveled far, faced many a fight,
Together, their bond a guiding light.
The Princess, once sheltered, now a warrior strong,
With her knight, where she belonged.
Each quest brought them closer still,
Facing dangers with iron will.
Their past never fully left their minds,
But joy in their new life they did find.
Fellow adventurers, friends anew,
The thrill of the journey, their spirits grew.
Decades passed, the years were kind,
Their journey nearing its end, they find.
One night, under the moon’s soft glow,
They climbed a mountain, high and low.
The Princess lay on the grass so green,
“The moon is still beautiful”, a serene scene.
“It’s been thirty years since our kingdom’s fall,”
She whispered softly, recalling it all.
The knight beside her, smiled in reply,
“The journey was beautiful, though time does fly.”
She turned to him, a tearful gaze,
“It’s time to go now, end our days.”
She reached for his hand, felt only cold,
The knight, lifeless, his story told.
Tears fell as she whispered her thanks,
By his side, her heart sank.
Under the moon’s watchful light,
They found their rest, end of their fight.
Their story, a legend in Celestia’s lore,
Inspiring hearts forevermore.
The tale of the Princess and her knight,
Echoed through Celestia, day and night.
Their bravery and love, a beacon of hope,
Through dark times, it helped others cope.
Mythoria’s ruins, a silent mark,
Of a kingdom once bright, now dark.
Yet the spirit of its people, strong and bright,
Lived on through the Princess and her knight.
The moon, constant, beautiful, serene,
Reminded all of what had been.
A story of hope, love, and fight,
In the darkest times, a guiding light.